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Rising from the depths of fanfics, coming to bring you once again, New promt!

Stranded in another universe with no way home, a tinier then usual Danny Fenton, wandered the streets of a crime ridden Gotham.

With a shadow.

Or two.

Danny did NOT mean to help patch up the helmet wearing weirdo strapped with guns.

He just knew how bad stitches would get if done with really shaky hands so he just. Helped out a bit. That's it.

...Maybe his eyes flashed green for like, a millisecond when he sensed the guys revenant soul, and maybe he mentioned to the guy about having died as well, but that was no reason to stalk what looks like a 6 year old!

Danny let out a huff as he felt the other presence following him shift.

Dont even get him started on the stabby child with katana's.

The kid smelled of somone who's been near death, so like, liminal. Probably.

That didnt explain why he was following Danny though. He just. Appeared?

And muttered somthing about adoption???

Danny swears, if this is another rich Fruit Loop situation, he'll join the shades in hiding and turn into a ghost hermit.

Feel free to add on or use!

Well hello there my beloved internet strangers! New promt!

Bruce needed a drink. Several bottles worth in fact. Maybe he should call Harley. Have a night out, actually listen to his college friend and let loose.

Or. Or he could deal with the issue at hand. His apparent sort-of-uncle-but-not-really.

Adopted into the wayne family at the age of 11, Danny Fenton soon became Danny Wayne, brother of Thomas Wayne.

Not much was heard about this Wayne after the adoption, and not many cared. Until now.

Bruce had recently received a letter from his lawyer that they found an additional peice to his father's will, hidden in another vault.

Danny Wayne was to be found and given the list of non-descript items. Within the letter that was found there was a single address written, labeled to belong to one Danny Wayne.

...

That's it, Bruce was calling Harley. He'd leave it to Alfred to inform the kids about their sort-of-uncle-but-not-really.

Hello there Loves! New promt!

Ok, so, here's the thing. Dani didn't really mean for her and Danny to end up on the Supers radar. Really, she didnt.

She just wanted to check out if the rumors about another clone were true! And if they really were one of the Supers.

Dani wasn't at fault here, she was just looking, then found another rich douchbag who created a clone.

So, of course she had to investigate! Danny agreed with her and all! (They might not have told jazz)

So, Dani went to Lex Corp, where these rumors began. Then she found Clone machines. And plans to make MORE.

Dani didnt exactly do anything per say. She just. Went into the mainframe and deleted everything?

(She and Danny were in so much trouble)

Then, then, the next part was definitely not her fault, nope. In fact, it was Danny's. Kinda. Sorta. Ish.

Aaaand the building was on fire.

Spontaneously.

Entirely unrelated to her and Danny.

And nothing at all to do with the dynamite she had in her bag.

Nope.

The supers had not been flying after them for the past half hour.

...

(Jazz was going to kill them. Goodbye afterlife.)

Hello, hello, you flock of readers. I have another promt!

Shivers wracking his frame, blood leaking between haphazardly stitched cuts, Danny Fenton limped away from an unmoving hazmat covered body, tucked into the alleys corner.

Betrayal. That's what this was.

He trusted them. He trusted them.

Why.

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

Deep breath Danny, deep breath.

He has no choice now.

He cant leave just Ellie there.

He has to go back. But he cant go alone.

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...

"Tt, And tell me again why we cannot speak of this with the justice league?"

"I told you, if they haven't helped us till now, then they definitely wont help with this. I'm trusting you not to go running off to your dad with this info."

"Just who do you take me for? I have kept far greater secrets Danyal."

"What, like the fact you have a wayward clone living a life out their?"

*sigh* "silence Danyal, I must focus my attention on the opponents."

"What, became rusty?"

"Tt, do not assume such things of me. It is you who has not held a sword in your hands for years."

"Yeah yeah, whatever.... its good to see you I guess."

"... and to you as well Danyal."

Sup my lovelies! New Promt.

Danny Fenton has moved out of Amity Park and into Gotham.

Unfortunately, he suffered to a not so nice secret reveal at his 16 birthday party (just family and friends) thanks to an awful surprise in his cake.

His parents had somehow invented a serum that could affect ghosts "posing" as humans, and guess who's cake they decidedly test it on!

So. Yeah. He had to leave.

Tucker and Sam helped him grab his things while Jazz had distracted their Parents.

So, here Danny was, in Gotham, with no clue what to do.

But hey, at least the weird clown lady with pigtails is nice. I mean, she gave him free pizza for "helping" her with a douche (basically he told the man to stop bothering her then watched her kick his ass).

So yeah. Things are fine, Danny's fine.

No hes not hesnothesnothesnot

Danny's juuust fine.

In fact, hes perfect. This city has a great supply of Ectoplasm in its air, and everyone's so weird it's easy to blend in!

Hedoesntknowwhattodo-whydidtheyhurthim-whydidtheytrytokillhim

So. Danny's doing great, he's making a (undead) life. Now, if only that weird kid with a coffee obsession and that probably-trafficker with the skunk hair would stop following him.

New idea babes.

Conner kent hears rumors from people who escaped lex luther's lab, about a man who is possibly a Kryptonian and has a clone of his own.

Who he genuinely cares for!

Now while Conner is very happy at Mount Justice, he would really love to meet a kryptonian who doesn't hate him. And has a clone of his own, who he doesn't hate.

Maybe ask how he was able to love his clone when even superman cant.

Ok, maybe Conner should tell the big league what hes heard about. Or maybe even the team.

But he needs to prove himself. And he needs to meet these people before they're taken for interrogation by the league.

Maybe he's being selfish, but he doesn't want to be hated, he just wants to understand, he just wants love.

So. Conner should really tell the league. But maybe he'll do it after meeting them. Besides. What could go wrong?

Many, MANY, things.

Sorry if I got characterization wrong!

Hello again wonderful strangers! I present to you another promt! (Similar to the last one)

Tim drake had a twin brother.

Daniel drake, the second son, born exactly three hours and 47 minutes after Tim.

Why does no one know this?

It was kept secret. Daniel was never expected. He was an addition to their idea of heir. And not only that, but he was a meta.

Of course the Drakes couldn't have a meta son, I mean, could you imagine the scandal?

So, the Drakes did what they could, kept the boy hidden until he was 5 years of age.

After that they found dealers, people who could take the boy without connecting him to the drakes.

And so, Daniel Drake ceased to exist.

Hey Tim?

Yes Dick?

Wasn't there another boy with you? At the circus I mean. You know, the night you saw me for the first time? I could've sworn you had a look alike, maybe a twin brother?

... what brother?

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Hey Sugers! Sorry busy life, but! Next promt!

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne remembers.

He remembers a boy, glowing a faint green, with floaty white hair. He remembers being a child, stumbling to the glowing green pits, curious.

He remembers nearly falling in, and cold hands grabbing him, lifting the away from the edge.

He remembers looking up and freezing at the sight, a boy, older then him, hovering around 2 ft off the ground, a black and white suit, and a regel flowing Cape behind him, with freckles like stars.

He remembers the crown floating above the boys head, in all its oppressing glory.

He remembers the gentle smile and small wave, before the flying boy dove into the pits and disappeared.

It was one of the mysteries of his old home he never solved. And one that he never expected to come across again.